A crow was jealous of the raven1, because he was considered a birdof good omen2 and always attracted the attention of men, who notedby his flight the good or evil course of future events. Seeingsome travelers approaching, the crow flew up into a tree, andperching herself on one of the branches, cawed as loudly as shecould. The travelers turned towards the sound and wondered whatit foreboded, when one of them said to his companion, "Let usproceed on our journey, my friend, for it is only the caw of acrow, and her cry, you know, is no omen." 
Those who assume a character which does not belong to them, only make themselves ridiculous. 